It's hard to believe that such a clichéd bar pick-up could come from such a girl.
Xing Ze searched around in his memory, then showed a friendly smile and affirmed: "I think you remembered it wrong, miss."
"Oh, okay." She scratched her head with her hand, looking a little confused, "I can't always remember people. Are you here for an interview too?"
"I guess so."
As if she didn't hear Xing Ze's answer, the familiar girl patted her heart and said, "I have been preparing for this for two years. Oh, it's really terrible. They say that the interview is more challenging than the written test."
Xing Ze noticed that her body was shaking slightly. He remembered that when he was waiting for the interview, the situation was similar and he was so nervous.
After thinking for a while, he took out a plastic box from his briefcase. He remembered that the weather spell in a bottle was cast inside, which was used to preserve lemon popsicles.
"This might be able to help you."
The girl blinked, "Oh, sir, that's not what I meant. I just, just..." She lowered her head, her cheeks as red as apples in September.
"Take it, miss." Xing Ze placed the plastic box next to her, "It's not something extraordinary, just a few popsicles, but I think Dumbledore will like it. At least it will make him notice you."
The girl still lowered her head and asked in a low voice: "Possicles? Master Dumbledore likes popsicles?"
"Yeah." Xing Ze replied with a smile, "Who wouldn't like popsicles on such a hot day?"
"What about you?"
"Me? Don't worry, miss, I have a reason they can't refuse."
The girl hesitated for a long time, but finally walked into the interview room with the box. She thanked her again and again, with such a lack of scheming that Xing Ze couldn't believe it.
Maybe she is the kind of person who buys TV shopping products, Xing Ze thought. He leaned his back against the wall, then closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of the blue beak galloping in the sky.
Although Xing Ze cannot see or hear, he can still feel the oncoming wind, the warm sunshine shining on his body, and even smell the faint fragrance of thistles. This connection is like a kind of sensory sharing, and as long as Xing Ze
Ze thought, the connection can be severed at any time.
The interview ended very quickly. In less than ten minutes, the girl ran out carelessly. She looked so excited that she almost fell on the smooth floor.
"I passed." She whispered excitedly, "You are right, they like popsicles, especially Master Dumbledore, but Professor Snape doesn't like them very much. But he still let me pass. Oh,
How can I thank you, kind sir."
"It's just a few popsicles, miss, there's no need to be so polite." Xing Ze opened and smiled lightly.
The popsicle is more of a placebo, it can make people less nervous. In the end, the decisive factor must be the girl herself, but obviously the other party doesn't think so.
"This is not okay. My father said that if you accept kindness from others, you must repay it twice as much, otherwise you will be cursed."
There are too many cursed people in this world. Xing Ze stood up and said, "If you have a chance, please buy me a drink. Sorry, miss, I have to go in."
"Oh, of course." The girl stepped aside and suddenly realized something. She quickly stretched out her hand to block Xing Ze's way, but her move was very rude. She blushed again, lowered her head and whispered softly: "Clara,
My name is Clara Foy."
"Xing Ze."
…
When Xing Ze entered, Dumbledore was leaning on the long-backed chair, his eyes slightly closed as if he was asleep.
Xing Ze sat down opposite him, moving as carefully as possible, but the chair still made a harsh friction sound across the marble floor.
Dumbledore opened his eyes, revealing a pair of blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses. He smoothed his gray hair and beard, and asked in a mumble, "How long have I been asleep?"
"Not long, principal." Xing Ze replied, "I've only been in for less than five minutes."
"I'm old." Dumbledore sat upright, "I should have retired long ago."
"You really know how to joke, Principal."
"If a person is burdened with too many secrets." Dumbledore adjusted his sitting posture, "Mr. Xing Ze, he will live in pain, at least not too happy, and he will yearn for a purer life."
Xing Ze nodded, "I agree with your point of view, so I hope to have a frank and open talk with you."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Really? But before that, I have to thank you, Mr. Xing Ze, for saving the children on the train. I plan to ask you to give a speech at the opening ceremony.
"
"Spare me, principal, you know it's not my fault alone."
"Yes, yes, and the train staff and enthusiastic passengers are equally worthy of appreciation. It's a pity that I can't attend Mr. Price's funeral."
"Do you know Benson...oh no, Mr. Price?" Xing Ze asked subconsciously.
"Of course I do." Dumbledore looked sad. "He is a respectable opponent, but it's a pity that our positions are different. He was under the orders of the Department of Mysteries and was ordered to monitor Hogwarts. If I show up at his funeral
I'm afraid it will damage his reputation."
Hearing this, Xing Ze's back felt cold. Yes, he should have known a long time ago that nothing could be hidden from this legendary mage, even if he was trapped in Hogwarts and seemed to know nothing about the outside world.
Xing Ze began to feel lucky that he was not trying to be clever. He came here originally to form an alliance with Dumbledore. As for the Department of Mysteries, he had another excuse.
"So, Mr. Xingze, what is the mission given to you by the Ministry of Magic?"
Dumbledore's voice deepened, and Xing Ze secretly exhaled and said: "You will be a lecturer for three years, and the specific position will be decided by you."
The sharp gaze in his blue eyes looked back and forth at Xing Ze, and the invisible pressure made him feel like he was walking on pins and needles.
After a long while, Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and said with some disappointment: "I thought you were here to be honest, Mr. Xing Ze, but maybe I misunderstood."
"No, you understand correctly." Xing Ze raised his head and met that powerful gaze, "My only purpose in coming to Hogwarts is to be a lecturer."
The pair of blue eyes turned, and the corners of Dumbledore's mouth slightly raised, "Very good, very good, Mr. Xing Ze, so what subjects are you good at?"
"As long as it's not Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Okay, let me take a look." The old wizard picked up a parchment scroll on the table, "Charms, it's full. Potions, it's full... How about Muggle Studies? Caredi·
Professor Bubaji just needs a helper."
"No problem." Xing Ze agreed immediately, but after thinking about it carefully, this class seemed to be very dangerous. Charity Bubbaji was not the one who was brutally killed by Voldemort and even the body was eaten by Nagini.
Well.
However, the matter is a foregone conclusion, and changing his words now will only make him lose value in Dumbledore's mind.
"So, when will I start class?"
"Oh, on the 4th, the joint inspection meeting between the church and the Ministry of Magic will end tomorrow. The school will start normal classes on the 4th. Of course, you have to ask Professor Bubaji for the specific course schedule. She is the director of this class..."
Speaking of this, Professor Dumbledore calmed down, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and continued: "Don't worry, Mr. Xing Ze. As far as I know, very few students choose this course. You have a lot of
Use your time to do your own thing.”
"Thank you for your consideration, principal." Xing Ze thanked him and stood up to leave.
"Oh, by the way, I have to thank you for the lemon popsicles." Dumbledore winked at him, "If there is another chance, I hope you can bring a few mojitos with lime flavor next time. That's
my favourite."
"How did you..." Xing Ze swallowed the question, "Of course, I will pay attention next time."